From an exchange this past winter:
"That's the tude sweets...we will celebrate our victory together real soon. I have lung cancer.
"That's the tude sweets...we will celebrate our victory together real soon. I have lung cancer.
No need to share this with the oopsie daisys on FB. Keep it close to the people who can help you best with prayer, love, understanding and giving, caring hearts...all else is fodder for pity parties...we celebrate LIFe!!!"
I was talking to him about the fact that we hadn't shared our battle with many. I contacted him because I knew he suffered for years with some sort of cancer. One of the nicest, craziest, most talented people I've ever known.
And now, he's gone. I rarely saw him after my studio days - but a few times here and there. Nothing but love. Always. And now? My battle is for him, and for my mom, and my aunt, and everyone who has died from this stupid crap. I'm over it.
Cancer: Fuck You.
In other news - the tears helped with some of my anxiety that has been silently building up for this surgery. Or, it could be the PMS. Either way, thank you B.F. - thank you for the tears.
In other news - the tears helped with some of my anxiety that has been silently building up for this surgery. Or, it could be the PMS. Either way, thank you B.F. - thank you for the tears.
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